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Ramón Ayala
Messenger Dove
It was an afternoon
Of spring
When
The rays
Of the Sun
Were dying
Arrived
At the bars
Of my window
A dove
That said
I am a messenger
I crossed
The seas
I come
Tired
Exhausted
And sad
Because
I bring you
Under
One wing
That love
You already lost
Go
I told her
Go
Don't go
And I will take
From these
Loves
That I
Send you
Also
Tell her
That
Her betrayals
Are
And well
On my roof
Forgive
I told her
For the ungrateful
That you are
In a way
It's forgotten
Go
Hidden
The beak
Under
One wing
Falling
Dead
On
The snow
